Lyrics

I heard Mayweather got nine-mil for a fight
Funny that
Meanwhile I’m out here juggin
Tell a ****
Run me that
**** wanna act stupid
Shit I’ll shoot a **** in his dummy cap
Or I’ll send one of lil bros’ to do it
Cuz shit
I don’t got time for that
Cuz I’m in and out the stu
Grinding **** said I gotta make it through
Pretty **** fuck’em up by the twos
Living life like I got nothing to lose
They say you speakin the truth
Brought that shit straight to the booth
Bitches they calling me smooth
You know that I never lose
Long hair got the big pockets
Been broke **** now I got it
I ain’t handing out money
Unless a **** gonna see a profit
I was on top must’ve forgot it
**** be talkin
Know that we got it
Can’t fuck with shorty cuz she got that mileage
Wanna fuck with me because of my pockets
Lil bro got into some shit
Knowing me I was frontline
I don’t fold under pressure
Trust me **** I’m about mine
Shit ended up getting crazy
Opp went a pulled out a nine
Than he try to up that shit
**** thought it was my time
He pulled the trigga
Gun jammed he a funny ****
Once he peeped that I noticed
Swear to god he started running ****
It’s all good cuz
Karmas a bitch
I’m on a mission to put him in ditch
I know he really a bitch
Pulled the gun outta fear so I ain’t sweatin his shit
Shootahs now behind me
You better hide this summer **** cuz I swear I’m catching a body (x2 )
Written by: Ruben Navedo
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